Sunday, April 5, 2015

The Dangerous Illusion of Safety

What a German co-pilot’s death and a Jewish rabbi’s life teach us about love

In 1984, I was 12 years old. That summer, my mother handed
me two worn paperback books: George Orwell’s 1984 and Aldous Huxley’s Brave
New World. “Read them both,” she told me. “Then tell me which one you think
is more likely to come true.”

In 1984, I chose Huxley, with his seductive dystopian future
shaped by caste systems and fueled by a pleasure drug that rendered life
pleasant but meaningless.

In 2015, with our terrorized, NSA-monitored, trigger-happy
America, I choose Orwell and his future built on fear and the dangerous illusion
of safety.

For me and for many, this Easter season has been
overshadowed by yet another tragedy involving a young man with mental illness.
This time, the weapon of destruction was an airplane, not a gun, and it proved
far more deadly than other tragedies like Sandy Hook or Columbine. Yet like the
school shootings, the essential purpose of the Germanwings crash was the
co-pilot’s suicide.

for the most part, the mainstream news outlets were
respectful and cautious, stressing the outlier nature of the tragic incident that
claimed 150 lives and calling for an increased focus on improving mental
healthcare for everyone. Two years after Newtown, this balanced approach shows
that we have come a long way as a society in how we understand mental illness.

But the “blame and shame” comments on these articles
demonstrate that we still have so far to go.

Orwell’s book described a society controlled by fear. I
would suggest that our society is swiftly moving along this exact trajectory,
and that the way we treat people who have mental illness demonstrates how Orwellian
fear can be used to control public opinion.

As one example of how we have traded reason for fear, in the
wake of the Germanwings tragedy, a journalist with a major news outlet actually
asked a mental health policy expert friend of mine, “Is it safe to fly?”

This question demonstrates our incredible inability as a
species to assess risk. In fact, it is still safe to fly, much safer than
driving to the grocery store. In 2013, for example, there were 32,719
automobile crash fatalities, and only 443 aviation related deaths.
This year won’t be much different, even with the Germanwings disaster.

The way we think about violence and mental illness also
reveals how we fail to understand risk. While it is true that school shooters
are more likely than the general population to have mental illness, the vast majority of gun-related violence is not
associated with mental illness. The U.S. Centers for Disease Control and
Prevention has tracked school-related violence since 1992: in the entire United
States, between 14 and 34 youth die violently at school each year. To put that number in perspective, in Chicago alone, more
than 300 young people between the ages of 10 and 25, mostly young men, were
killed by guns in 2008.

The crux of our collective and irrational fear is this
simple truth: we are all going to die. An almost statistically insignificant number
of us will die in an airplane crash. More of us will die in car accidents or
because of gun violence or by suicide. Many of us will live to old age, only to
succumb to dementia, heart disease, or cancer. But one way or another, every
one of us is going to die. Nothing can keep us safe from death.

Only when we embrace this essential condition of human
existence—when we become comfortable with the inevitable truth of our ultimate
ending—can we live a life that is truly free from fear.

For me, Easter is a celebration of this freedom. The celebration
begins more than 2000 years ago with Christ’s bloody, agonizing exit from
mortal existence, his lifeless body hanging on a cross, pierced by a Roman spear.
The celebration ends with Christ’s mythical transcendence to divinity and allegorical
return to the empty tomb. But Easter is really a celebration of radical love,
the kind of love that makes all men and women our brothers and sisters, the kind
of love that conquers death.

I think sometimes that we focus too much on the promise of
the resurrection, of life everlasting, and too little on the Rabbi’s earthly message
of love right here and now. At its heart, Easter teaches us to overcome our
fear of the most cruel and brutal death possible, to embrace instead the life
we were meant to live. Christ's life reminds us that a stranger from Samaria may save us, that
the leper may be cured against all odds, and that none among us is perfect.
Christ’s message was to “love one another,” to embrace the stranger, to help
the poor, and to forgive.

Instead, our “Christian Nation” has adopted an
Orwellian illusion of safety and rejected the inherent risk of Christ-like selfless,
radical love. We do not love one another. We do not embrace the stranger or help
the poor; we blame them and incarcerate them. We do not forgive trespasses; we
harbor grudges, as individuals, as communities, and as nations.

Here’s the question I have for you on Easter: What if this
life is all we have? That is the question we are asking ourselves, in the
wake of a senseless airplane crash that could have been prevented, if only (mental
health care, no stigma, social support networks, etc.).

The question we should be asking ourselves is this: “How do
I live the best life I am capable of living, here and now, today?”

Only by answering this question can we overcome the
Orwellian culture of fear that is dividing the world into smaller and smaller
islands of false safety. None of us can escape death. But Christ’s death should
have taught us this: we all have a sacred duty to love.

About Me

Liza Long, aka the Anarchist Soccer Mom, is a writer, educator, mental health advocate, and mother of four children. She loves her Steinway, her husband, her kids,and her day job, not necessarily in that order. Her book "The Price of Silence: A Mom's Perspective on Mental Illness" from Hudson Street Press is available in bookstores and online. The views expressed on this blog are entirely her own and in no way reflect the views of her employer (or anyone else, for that matter).